a sunday afternoon

a sunday afternoon

A Poem by Lydia Shutter


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it's a sunday afternoon
you always liked sundays
i start to sing your favorite song
but i forget the lyrics after the first line
lately i can't even picture your face
well, i do remember your eyes
i remember those the most
because i see them in the mirror every day
you always said i had your eyes
there is a private grief i feel on days like this
inexplicable after all these years
you taught me to embrace the changes in life
because even the bad ones are good lessons
but sometimes, on sundays, it is so hard
i try to find a sign that you are up there 
with the rest of the ones i miss
a penny on the street
an eyelash on my cheek
a kiss of a scent
you see it's the nostalgia
the longing for what once was
and can never be again
i grab a bit of warmth from the sun
remembering how warm the atmosphere once was
on a sunday afternoons

© 2019 Lydia Shutter


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The sense of loss is so very palpable in this one. The lines "i try to find a sign that you are up there with the rest of the ones i miss" leave me wondering just why you'd have to wonder just that. Wow. Just a lot of emotion and spirituality in here. ~Jim

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Desert Knave

5 Years Ago

I've never quite been able to imagine that one place where they'd all gather either ... though I'd l.. read more
Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

I guess we will find out someday.
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Serendipity is like a poem that shows up
at just the precise moment when love knocks
on the door of your heart and life seems to
follow a path that began oh so many eons ago.
tenderly, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

This one was about my Dad, Pat. He loved Sundays and we always did something special on Sunday. Th.. read more
"you see it's the nostalgia the longing for what once was and can never be again i grab a bit of warmth from the sun remembering how warm the atmosphere once was on a sunday afternoons" A beautiful closure to an equally beautiful write my sweet friend! Reading your words is like "coming home" for me. Love, Sharon

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Awwww, Sharon, you are a sweetheart. I was out of town this week so it was really special to come h.. read more
Lydia,
A great read. Simple and well constructed. I have three grown daughters and I hope they remember me someday with this kind of sentiment.

Tom

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Kentuck. Lydi**
Wonderful poetry shared dear Lydia.
"a penny on the street
an eyelash on my cheek
a kiss of a scent
you see it's the nostalgia
the longing for what once was
and can never be again"
I do love the above lines. Memories, we do need. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Oh yes, memories are all important. Thank you once again, my friend. Lydi**
Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

I agree dear Lydia. You are welcome and a wonderful poem.
I really enjoyed this write, for some reason it made me think of my late dad.
Touching read, and lovely written

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

It was about my Dad....so you were spot on. Thank you so much. Lydi**
when you lose someone who so obviously had such an intense and significant impact.. you lose a little bit of yourself, dont'cha Lydi** and tis those little things.. as poems go.. this is another one penned to perfection...

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Indeed, Neville, you do lose a bit of yourself with each loss. Thank you so much. Lydi**
Neville

5 Years Ago

a joy to read despite that sadness...
WOW! WOW! And WOW! This is by far the best nostalgia missing-you poem I've ever read! I'm not a sentimental person, but this contains every aspect of how this can feel, so well expressed! There are several points where your observations simply bowl me over, they're so spot on! This line is so poignant, so perfectly timed with the rest of what you're saying: "but sometimes, on sundays, it is so hard" . . . all I can say is WOW! You seem to have a strong wave of renewed writing vigor! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Oh, Margie, I don't know what to say! Thank you so very much. When I feel, I feel deeply....this w.. read more
barleygirl

5 Years Ago

Thank you for sharing the genesis of this poem . . . very touching. With my abusive dad, I've been c.. read more
Gently sad and moving. No jars in this one. Just gently moving waves of sadness. For that reason and so many others it is extremly beautiful. If I can use the word extreme about such a gently moving piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Ken. I wish you a Happy healthy New Year. Lydi**
Dear Lord, how this touched and moved me, Lydi. Few lines in i began to think of our little mum, a small woman with the heart and mind of Everest. She showed her children.. and many others, how every moment, every sight. every emotion is special, whether good or bad.. because even negatives teach something. Your wonderfully written words come from a heart begat by someone like that surely and immensely precious. There's a miraculous eternity about someone like that, as if one lives in that person's shadow - and happily. Beautiful writing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

My dear Emma, your mum and my dad would have been fast friends. Yes, we do live in their shadow, bu.. read more
emmajoy

5 Years Ago

A memory shared is treasured forever. x Must add that the picture showed with your poem is so very .. read more
Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Thank you once again. I spent many hours of my life with my Daddy walking along the shoreline in Ne.. read more
A very touching read Lydi**. I know those feelings well. It's 28 years since my Dad died and yet that amount of time makes no difference to my loss on some occasions. Like you, it is a bitter sweet experience. Warmth and loss served in the same sandwich, very eloquent and beautifully expressed. That is what you have given me here.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

25 years for me....and it still is that warmth and loss "sandwich"....eloquently stated! Thank you,.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Lovely work Lydi**. I understand your feelings perfectly.

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